“Easy, li’l guy… Not too fast.”
O’Beefe slowly rocked back & forth in his ol’ wooden rocking chair as he held a white & black spotted tabby named Patches in 1 arm. The other arm grasped a bamboo stalk in front o’ Patches. Patches wouldn’t wait to reach out, grab the bamboo end, & nibble on it faster than the speed o’ light, his cotton-candy-consistent belly bulging with nutrients.
O’Beefe looked on with a smile.
How precious…
& just imagine how precious he’ll be when he’s grown to his fullest form…